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I'll be down with the festivities Puff Puff Puff Happy pre-dated 4/20 everyone! ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

That reminds me of that wretched scene in Requiem for a Dream when Jared Leto's Arm gets infected.....anyone know what I'm talkin about... thats nasty poo---(said for you powerpuff,if yur reading) ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

Funny shit! ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

According to local officials on channel 5 news, the use of the club drug extacy causes memory damage and.....wait, what was I talking about again?........ um...do we give a flying fuck? ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

DETROIT----where else? ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

I'm still in awe!!! What a nite to remember!! I'm am definitely sold on Terry Francis too!! Mad smiles to those who got the chance to see god himself rip it up!! --You are soo very welcome Korzo --BUZZ-- ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

I don't recall seeing your face at WINK?? You will have to slap yurself silly for missing that one..... He'll be back ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

Thanks to BlueAngel I know I met a couple Newbies, but forgive my lack of short-term memory. I hope I get to chit-chat with y'all at future meet-ups. Oh...and to those who who did not deem Francis, Doc and Winkers worthy...you should be ashamed! You missed out. ----BUZZ--- ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

CAN'T WAIT!! ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

stick your forehead on the end of a baseball bat and spin around. Its exhilerating. ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

Hey mugz---Yes LTJ is at Centro April 30th..its a monday..He's awesome. Powerpuff---Ooohh...I scream, you scream, We all scream for Ice cream. He'll be back around 10:15 sharp tonight. I can hear the tune in my head...tee hee. ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

okay--who else thinks work fuckin sux and would rather be chillin underneath an oak tree smokin a phatty blunt listening to thier fave cd of the week/month.(LTJ for me). This is not fair. I'm stuck with another dismal day starring at the computer while this sunny day slips away. What would you all be doin if you werent stuck in HELL? ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

**NONE of the above** ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

I'M SOLD ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

BUMP TO YA GIRL! YOU KNOW MY ASS BE GOIN NUTZ THAT NIGHT. ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

HEE!!!!!! I'M ALREADY THERE KORZO...GET YUR ASS MOVIN BOY! ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

I went to Warp Tour last year upstate....it was righteous! If you got a thang for PUNK. ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

My lip is very fuckin soar....... ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

Dude....he puts a whole different meaning to the expression "hung like a horse". WTF! ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

Holy shitters! It is such a small world..I keep saying that. He's a cool guy right....off the wall. I dated him for 2 months in college. He said you were really really fun. I can't wait to see the movie....august, right. The film party was last night at Bar 13...did ya go? ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

Take her bowling and then buy her a hot dog. ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

Hi Brandie...off topic...did you by chance go upstate for that Keoki movie? And did you meet a guy named Jordan Krain...He was one of the actors in that movie. He's an old friend of mine who I had dinner with last night and said he meet a Brandie there. Just wondering if it was you. ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

I love Chris Walkens...even better, I love Jay Mohr's impression of Christopher Walkens..so fuckin hilarious. ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! >SNIFF< >SNIFF< ------------------ we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ectasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain By it's very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception. **THE MUSIC BEE**